Things in the past...

Zhu Yunwen!

Monk Daoyan!

The Eight Kings Alliance!

There are also those scandals that are shameful and even shameful of history books...

Zhu Di felt like he had drunk a few big mouthfuls of sour soup in his heart, and the bitter juice was surging.

There is even more fear and regret in my heart!

Over the years, the old man is still full of disappointment with him.

"Good it out in the future, don't learn from the fifth brother!" The old man walked sideways comfortably on the bamboo chair, "Don't be so embarrassing!"

"My son understand!" Zhu Di whispered.

The old man glanced at him again, "We are your father. If you have any mistakes, we have to endure you. Others are not your father, understand?"

Zhu Di's back was soaked with cold sweat, and he couldn't say a thousand words in his heart. He could only nod and said, "Son understand!"

"I woke up a little late, but our family members closed the door and talked about their own words. It would be fine if they woke up!" The old man suddenly thrust his waist and sat up with grinning.

"Dad, you are so old, don't go to the ground." Zhu Di squatted beside the old man and gently kneaded the old man's waist, "Why call me an imperial physician?"

"That's it, it's here!" The old man grinned, "Try hard! Use some force and rub it hard. Damn, the old bones hurt as soon as they say it hurts!"

"Dad, call me an imperial physician?"

"No, those quack doctors are looking for trouble, and they want to press them in the medicine jar. You can press them well, and apply them to two tiger skin plasters in a while, and then you will be fine!"

Park Bucheng, not far away, stood at the door and looked at the father and son silently, with a different kind of emotion surging in his eyes. Then, he turned back to the hall, and when he came out again, there was an extra set of plaster in his hand.

Light the candle, unfold the plaster and roast it on the fire. Wait until the plaster emits the fragrance of medicine, and walk to Zhu Di with his hand.

"Fourth Master!"

"It's a good job!" Zhu Di nodded to Park Bucheng, then touched the old man's hips, "Dad, is that?"

"Well, that's right... Hiss, it's so exciting, hot!" The old man stretched his frown and hummed, "Today I've enjoyed my son's blessing, haha! Let my son serve him!"

"Dad, son..."

"Okay, you go back too!" the old man said with his eyes closed.

"Ah?" Zhu Di was stunned again, "Dad?"

"I finally came to the capital and stayed for this day to see your sons!" The old man closed his eyes and said, "Don't go out to have a drink in the next half of the day, sleep well at home to maintain energy. Are you going back tomorrow?"

"Son, please accompany you!"

"Hey, go! We won't die for a while! Haha!" the old man smiled, "Even if you die in two days, you will have no regrets. After all, I'm so excited when I look at me!"

"Dad, why do you always die!"

"Don't people have such a day?" The old man waved his hand with a calm look on his face, "Go and go, go back and rest well. Don't take care of yourself when you are young. If you are sick, come to you. Don't be so rushing when you go back. You must have a good spirit even if you are in a big deal."

As he said that, he opened his eyes, looked at Zhu Di with a smile, and waved his hand again, "Let's go!"

Zhu Di also looked at the old man for a long time, then slowly knelt down, "Then the son, let's leave first!"

"Yeah!" The old man snorted.

Then, he looked at Zhu Di in front of him and kowtowed three respectfully.

He watched Zhu Di get up and turn around again, and walked out in one step or three steps.

The old man always leaned against the chair, his face calmly. But his big hand hidden in his sleeve pressed hard on the armrest of the chair.

Until Zhu Di was about to cross the threshold, the old man suddenly shouted, "The fourth brother!"

"father!"

"Be careful! Be careful!"

Zhu Di focused his attention and bowed down again.

Life is rare in seventy years old, and the old man lived one day after another in his seventies. Both of them and their father and son knew that they met each other once and once, and maybe even the last time.

People have a sense in their hearts. This sense of induction is unfounded, but it is often very effective and accurate.

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"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

As soon as Zhu Di's figure disappeared, the old man on the chair coughed violently, bent down and curled up like a shrimp.

"Old man!" Park Bucheng came forward in shock and quickly patted the old man on the back.

"Ahem!" The old man let go of the hand covering his mouth, and then clenched the hand tightly.

"Transfer to the Imperial Doctor!" Park Bucheng said tremblingly, "Don't hold it back!"

"Hey, isn't that the same thing when you are old?" The old man smiled. "Those doctors who suffer from plague scared them to death before they die of illness. This is an old problem. Cats and dogs are a day, so it's not a problem!"

As he said that, he picked up the half bowl of tea that Zhu Di had just drunk, poured it in, and took a few heavy breaths.

"In the early years, when we were in the countryside, there was an old man in the village next door. He was over 80 years old and still tough. People asked him the secret to longevity. He said he could live long because he had never seen a doctor in his life. He didn't know he was sick, so he was not afraid!"

The old man smiled and told stories about the past casually.

Then he looked at Park Bushen and suddenly laughed, "You old guy, why are you sick all over your body?"

Park accidentally wiped the corner of the old man's mouth with a towel, "I have broken my roots, I won't worry about it in this life!"

"Ha! I'm all my sons' debts, I owe them!" As he said, he sighed, "Fortunately, I know after all, it's not difficult for us to do!"

"Actually, the Fourth Master is a good-nature and filial person. He has been instigated by others over the years..."

"Don't have to say good things to him. We know our own seeds. He was just not satisfied before." The old man lay down and said, "The same thing, ordinary people's brains are made into dog brains, let alone that chair? If his elder brother is alive, he will have to endure it even if he is not satisfied. But if his elder brother is gone, he is our son too..."

Park Bushen listened silently, without saying a word, but picked up a blanket and covered the old man.

"Take out the things in the box under the pillow, let's change it!" the old man whispered.

"yes!"

Park Bucheng entered the bedroom, and soon after, he came out and had an exquisite black wooden box in his hand.

"Open!" said the old man.

The top cover of the box was pulled out, revealing a slightly old document inside, like a memorial.

"The last page!" The old man still closed his eyes.

Brush, Park Bucheng tore it off.

"It's burned!" the old man said again.

Park Bucheng came to the candle that had just roasted plaster for the old man, and the letter paper in his hand burned instantly.

The fire was invisible in the sun, but it quickly turned into ashes.

At this time, the old man opened his eyes and smiled, "Give him a chance! After all, we are fathers!"

"Then the others?" Park Bushen asked tentatively.

"On the day we die, I will leave it to the emperor. Tell him that if he wants to use it, he will use it, and if he doesn't want to use it, he will keep it as a thought!" As he said that, the old man closed his eyes again and murmured, "Old Pu, we have a bad memory, you have to help us remember the days."

"The soil in the garden has been turned over. When will the seeds be sown and when will the fertilizer be applied..."

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As soon as Zhu Di left the Ming Gate, he saw his two stupid sons, one fat and the other thin, standing respectfully in front of a carriage waiting for him.

"Dad!" Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaosui stepped forward to salute at the same time, "I know you are here, my son has been waiting here!"

I haven't seen my son for a long time, and Zhu Di's eyes are reluctant to move away from their faces.

The boss became much more steady, but the beard on his lips looked a little thin and not good-looking.

The third brother was still like a bird, and he knew that he was hiding behind his elder brother's body and pretending to be a bear, with his eyes rolling around.

"I..." Zhu Di wanted to say something for a moment, but didn't know where to start.

"I know you're exhausted all the way!" Zhu Gaochi said, "My son has prepared his home. Go back and take a bath and have a good sleep."

"That's the bedding that my son prepared for you!" Zhu Gaosui said carefully from behind, "My son also asked the kitchen to prepare the white meat pot you like..."

"Okay!" Zhu Di smiled slightly, "Go home, you two rub your father's back!"

As he said that, he pulled one with one hand and did not ride on the carriage.

Zhu Di's personal soldiers followed silently.
Chapter completed!